By: Nalini Priyadarshni Every now and then we run out of words mostly after we have poured our hearts choking on what we would rather not say because it won't change a thing In moments like these when our hearts tether at the brink of imploding, we pant and wait for the feeling to … Continue reading When Words Are Not Enough
Silver Lake, Ocracoke
By Ann Christine Tabaka Long fingers of night reach out for evening, embracing her with soft velvet arms. Quietude is her name, she lives for this moment. Diamonds dance across the surface of the water. Rhythmic waves lap at a gray pebbly beach, as the last rays of sun are swallowed by the horizon. Anchored … Continue reading Silver Lake, Ocracoke
On The Shelf
By Ann Christine Tabaka I sit here and wait for someone to come along, and snatch me up. like free goodies to sample at a grocery store display. The tasty tempting morsels that everybody wants to try. Who will grab this delectable treat and claim me for their own? I’ve sat on the shelf for … Continue reading On The Shelf
Noises Off
By Emma Woodford There, is a noise that wasn’t there before a rough scrawl on the wind, or the heating going crazy the sound grows louder, coming from the outside. down there in the street q large man inside a cabin holds a radio wired to the ceiling in one hand the other on the … Continue reading Noises Off
Response to Dylan Thomas
By: Emma Woodford
The Sacrifice
By Thomas Page You find yourself locked in a dungeon with no idea how you got there. Covered with gossamer and dried stains (blood?) you look up at the door with light spilling out and think that whoever put you in here must want that door closed tight. You try to stand but find a … Continue reading The Sacrifice
Eternal Game
By Ann Christine Tabaka Night sounds amble away with starlight at their heels. Seeking out the yawn of morning’s sleepy outstretched arms. Hours, four and twenty, play tag amongst themselves. A game the moon knows all too well. Dreams come to rest on shoulders white as milk, until the sunlight beckons, with eyes the color of … Continue reading Eternal Game
The Gate
By Thomas Page Now, I want to make sure I understand what you have said to me. You said, "You have only one sentence to convince me to let you through the gate." Does this count as a sentence or do you signal to me when my only sentence is done or do you just … Continue reading The Gate
Burnished Silver Pull Knobs
By Ann Christine Tabaka Burnished silver pull knobs on wooden drawers, distort the images of surrounding objects. I am intrigued, trying to discern the blurry world being reflected back at me. My perception of reality is twisted and stretched following the spherical shape of the handles. The effects are quite disturbing, playing games with my vision. … Continue reading Burnished Silver Pull Knobs
Punishment
By Nalini Priyadarshni on 21.10.2017 To a former lover-of-sorts Between what we like and what we do what lasts longest is the possibility of love left unexplored by our younger unsullied selves We keep replaying in our heads and watch in slow motion lies we believed, in our naivety benign designs of divine intervention Awkward and … Continue reading Punishment
Academy of the Heart And Mind 